Chapter 48: I THINK IT WAS BOTH

**Ellen Evans**

I had fallen asleep.

When I had stirred awake hours later, it was dark all over, very dark.

It was not even the darkness that had woken me, but it was the sneaky fingers slithering through my pussy lips to tease me that had caused me to abandon slumber for the sweetness it was evoking.

I bit on my lips as the fingers worked harder, better, faster, pumping in and out of my wet pussy as I fisted the bed sheets.

He planted kisses on the right side of my chest and then took my breast in his mouth, sucking on my nipples.

I moaned as the fingers became two and then three, bringing me to the climax a few minutes later, screaming and satisfied.

Not so satisfied though because I took what the owner of the fingers offered next.

It was thicker meat.

And I took it with my back to the bed, my legs simply joined together, up high in the sky, held by thick calloused muscular palms.

He had filled my hungry juicy pussy with all of that length and width and began to fill and refill me while I sang different harmony like a soprano soloist in the choir.

He humped me till I could think of nothing but him and his flesh pounding in and out of my core with all the agility of an Alpha.

Then, he spread my legs apart and buried himself to the hilt in me.

He repeated the gesture and I abandoned all caution to the wind, screaming as he took me swiftly, thrust after thrust of sweet delightful maximum pleasure that was bound to bring about an utmost satisfaction.

Soon, I was coming with his name like a prayer on my lips and his dick in my pussy, finishing off my ecstasy.

Then he found his own release soon after with me tightening around his thick meat.

He collapsed on top of me. He breathed in and out, struggling to get his breath back while I struggled to gain mine.

"I enjoy being with you," he said to me. I laughed internally.

He enjoyed being with me? Or did he enjoy the really good sex?

I think it was both.

It was a collaboration between the two reasons of course.

"Who knows what time it is?" I said as I remembered that I should have been home since ages ago. My father and my brother could have gone nuts looking for me. "I should have been home so long ago."

"I already phoned your house and told your father that you were with me," he said to me. I nodded in thanks.

"Thank you, at least I know that they will not die from heart attack. But did my father really let me stay over, with you?" I asked. He looked at me and then laughed.

"Of course he did. He even asked me to take good care of you. I am supposing that he did not mean this kind of care. But come on, who cares?!" He announced.

I laughed softly.

"Yeah really, who actually cares!" I supported him in a loud voice. We both laughed.

"Who cares if my mate comes over? Who cares if she stays the night? Who cares if I sleep with my future Luna?"

"Nobody!" I yelled as an answer to his question.

"It should be e past midnight now. It was not yet midnight when I had spoken to your father. I had slipped into bed after that and woken you with my fingers and later my cock," he told me.

I nodded in agreement.

"I guess so. And I loved it, every inch of your fingers, and your thick long cock," I murmured as I licked my lips sexily.

"I knew that you would love it. Besides, it was made for you," he whispered into my ears as he rolled off my body.

I sighed softly in relief.

He gathered me close into his side as he stroked my hair with his hands.

His wandering fingers were soon on my breasts, rubbing, stroking and fondling.

Soon he was bent over me.

"Sebastian, I- I cannot take more," from you, I finished in my head.

I was a bit sore.

I did not want to be more sore in the morning.

He looked at me for a nanosecond and then he nodded.

"I will not do that then. But your pretty boobs are calling for my dick. And I need to bury my wanting cock in them."

I looked down and I noticed that he was rock hard again.

"Come daddy, come to baby. Baby will make you feel good daddy," I said to him as I beckoned him closer.

He lay flat as I rose to kneel between his open legs. His jutting phallus greeted me in that inviting position.

I took his cock in my palms, put it between my breast, and began to rub my full soft mass of flesh against his throbbing cock.

I went up and down, bobbing his dick with my big round breasts.

He moaned and groaned like a man who was being pleasured as I gave him a breast job.

Soon, he stopped me and slid into my wet pussy as he filled me with his thick warm cum, the evidence of our passion.

I tightened the walls of my wet pussy around his cock, milking him of every single liquid that came out of him, even to the very last drop of sperm.

He was semi-hard inside of me. He lay atop me again till he caught his breath, while I cock warmed him.

He slowly slid out of me and beat my hungry pussy with his thick cock. I noticed then that he was now hard, again.

He spat over his fingers and lubricated his dick. Then he pushed into me and brought me over the crux with slow calculated strokes that nearly made me mad.

After we had both caught our breath from every single encounter.

He began to speak to me.

"Do you like breakfast? Or do you like lunch? Or is it dinner that you like better?" He asked me. I wondered where the questions was coming from and why he was asking them.

I answered him nonetheless.

"I like dinner the most," I replied him truthfully. He nodded in enlightenment.

"I see. But why do you like dinner the most?" He inquired.

"I think I do because it signifies the end of a day. It lets me know that today is gone. Tomorrow is empty and I can still take it."

"Wow! It is dinner then."

"What for? Do you want us to have dinner together?" I asked.

"Let's go on a date tomorrow," he offered to me. I looked at him.

He had his eyes closed.

"I do not have a dress," I told him as a quick excuse. He shook his head slightly but could not do it well enough because his head was resting on the pillow.

"Do not worry baby, I would buy you one," he assured me.

I sighed under my breath.

This had better be good, it had better be.

"It is a date then?"

"It is."